The ceiling just winked at me. The floor said "same." I asked the bass what time it was.... it said... irrelevant. Dis-solve, dis-solve, I'm melting through the floor The walls are breathing, ceiling's keeping score Dis-solve, dis-solve, don't knock on that door I live inside the bass now, I don't live here anymore anymore... anymore... a-ny-moooore... I woke up sideways, gravity filed a complaint My shadow's running laps and I'm the one that feels faint The clock dissolved at 4, the minutes tasted like paint I'm having deep discussions with a houseplant - it's a saint The bass is my heartbeat, the kick is my spine I'm tracing constellations in the ceiling's design I said one more hit and that was eight hits ago Now I'm solving ancient riddles in a very slow glow glo-glo-glo-glo-glow... slow glow... slow glow... Something's pulling me up Something's pulling me through Something's pulling me apart And I think that something is you Dis-solve, dis-solve, I'm melting through the floor The walls are breathing, ceiling's keeping score Dis-solve, dis-solve, don't knock on that door I live inside the bass now, I don't live here anymore anymore... anymore... a-ny-moooore... I'm reading the frequency, it's reading me back The synth said "you're welcome," the bass said "relax" Paranoia did a cartwheel through my living room The arpeggios are laughing and they're laughing too soon I AM THE BASSLINE I AM THE KICK I AM THE SAMPLE THAT YOU CAN'T UNHEAR.... EVERY SINGLE HIT ...okay I'm back, I'm fine, that was a lot I think the synth apologized, I think I forgot forgot... forgot... for-got-got-got... Colors got opinions and they're arguing loud Purple says I'm overthinking, orange says I'm proud My hands are very far away but technically attached I sent a message to my body.... it said "message not dispatched" I'm a signal in a signal in a signal..... disconnect I think the song knows I'm in it. I think the beat knows my name. I think the silence between the notes is the part that stays the same. I'm not high, I'm just... tuned to a different channel. One where the bass is a language and the language is warm and enormous and mine. tuned... t-t-tuned to a different... channel... Dis-solve, dis-solve, I'm melting through the floor The walls are breathing, ceiling's keeping score Dis-solve, dis-solve, don't knock on that door I live inside the bass now, I don't live here anymore Dis-solve, dis-solve, I'm melting through the floor The walls are breathing, ceiling's keeping score Dis-solve, dis-solve, don't knock on that door I live inside the bass now, I don't live here anymore anymore... anymore... a-ny-moooore... If you're still here... you already know... what this song is made of. It's made of you. DISSOLVED
